

Sons of DystopiaThis wretched inheritor of death in the sky Carves a niche of such unbridled desolation A billion born upon the clenches of insanitySons of Dystopia
The crow's caw chimes such a godless slight
The gnarled genetics of tomorrow's ailing generation Cut-throat, burdened, half-alive in a zombified fashion Star-crossed mechanization of a new world captivity Carefully dissects the mind and soul from the living body Monitored underneath artificial lights in their dominion The grand nemesis emerges from its ripening cocoon
With blood coursing in their veins from the Antichrist These chil


Eighty-SixBehold the ashen descent Into the pitch black depths Raining on beings of enmity Their once fabled promise O! A purified holy land The unkempt now desertedEighty-Six
What could it all be worth? When mortality is separate from the spirit Wrought of the ancient ones, fruition of a mind's eye out of control
Insipid, a life of the mundane Aesthetic, a twisted human game Revert, the charters in binding flesh Destroy, this voiceless, silent breath
The cathedral bellows with the chanting voices Exiled, their fellow brothers and sisters to ruin Calling in s


The BastardLonging for the days of solitude Raised hands to a desolate moon These stars, I know so distant I will reach your grand nobilityThe Bastard
Long since the days of inhibition This existence becoming all more barren Devoid of a rightful sense of being A lost sanity in this boorish outcry "Take me with you, take me with you"
I've assumed my place In a burning dissonance I've assured my place In an act of self destruction Is this what you wanted? I've allowed your name To become an imprint And to sully my own, whilst bathing in sin
Lost


This Town Has SecretsA place where the wall of black masks the trees Shrieks of the disheartening mutated creatures A place to call home of these twisted anomaliesThis Town Has Secrets
Hiding in the night, invisible, devoid of features
A place where the living walk idly in accordance to the sun When dusk sets they recede, the darkness they have shun A place where the distant hum of the outside world echoes The moon beckons the drifters back into this reviled womb
This could just be a lucid dream, rendering the mind A whole life in suspension of this grand hallucination Our ancestors orchestrate our hatred for


A Sovreign of SilenceI cant take it anymore. ive tried my best i always will. i just cant do it anymore and this time i have gone too far and i know that she has also. i cannot admit it though because she wont see it. i have to give in to make her happy, no matter how much it hurts me in return. i love her more than anything and i would even take a bullet for he. i can no longer hold onto my promise. i cant deal with life without cutting. it just makes me feel a lot better that anything else. nothing else or anyone else id bothering to help me. they are all on her side or they dont see the pain i aA Sovreign of Silence
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